23/09/15 Great Scott!

Take a look at the guy standing next to me in the photo. 

Any thoughts? 

It was about quarter past three on the day of the #letswalkamile Lanarkshire event in Strathclyde Park. 

It had been a bit grey up until that moment – the handy dandy BBC weather app had told me to expect no precipitation – that, after all, is the walkamile way. 

Imagine my surprise then, when the heavens let loose with a positively earth nurturing cloud burst. 

I had to explain the the gathered ensemble that I’d booked the rain – just a short but intense shower – to er, quench the thirst of the not particularly parched earth. 

15 minutes later, around 40 folk gathered at the agreed muster point, just as the rain stopped and the clouds parted. 

We took a few photos, had a bit of a chat…and off we went…a small group of folk, challenging mental health stigma one conversation at a time. 

I was lucky enough…and I do mean fortunate, to walk a mile in the shoes of Scott, a delightful 19 year old guy who was wonderfully interested and interesting. 

That’s him in the picture above. 

Walking a mile – for half an hour – isn’t really that long, but it can give you a real flavour of a person. 

I was immediately put at ease by his comfortable and easy demeanour and friendly tone. 

At school, he’d been diagnosed with ADHD – attention deficit and hyperactivity disorder. He experienced difficulty in concentrating on things for any great length of time…he’d ask questions in class when he didn’t understand things…he’d feel frustration when time pressed teachers were unable, perhaps unwilling at times, to give him the support he required. 

He was seen as disruptive by some – he may well have been at times. Others felt jealous that he was given, what appeared to them, preferential treatment. 

All the time though, Scott felt like he was on the periphery of things, an outsider who didn’t fit in. 

Years of this wears a guy down and so, when he was 15, he chose not to return to school.

Feeling on the edge and anxious about finding his place in the world, at times he was unable to leave his home for days at a time.

Like me, he’d go through periods of dissociation – times where he’d feel absolutely nothing – disconnected from the world. 

For times of emotional distress it’s a fabulous defence mechanism – when it arbitrarily emerges at other times, it’s a pain in the arse. 

Scott turned to alcohol. Vodka was his spirit of choice to smooth those sharp edges and, seemingly paradoxically, to make those periods of numbness easier. 

As with so many who’ve chosen that somewhat perilous route, Scott soon found himself careering out of control – involvement with the police soon followed – as did probation and an electronic tag. 

Remember, this is a journey that started with ADHD.

Perhaps a stitch in time…?

Scott told me about his new diagnosis – Borderline Personality Disorder – that’s what’s been attributed to my cluster of…stuff. 

It’s not the greatest badge of honour. 

He found himself in groups with men in their 40’s – for many, it had taken them all these years to get to that point…whether it be a lack of services or a lack of…who knows? that stopped them from getting there sooner.

On his way, Scott came across the Hope Cafe in Lanark

Open twice a week, the cafe provides…in their words…

‘A menu of learning opportunities for individuals to improve and maintain positive health and wellbeing’

Just as importantly – well, more importantly for me…

‘All of our courses are delivered by fully trained and accredited individuals, but more importantly all of our trainers have personal lived experience of mental ill-health. This enables us to provide honest, reliable and thought provoking deliveries.’ 

In short, they’re run by people with a lived experience…for people with…you get the picture. 

And this is the place where we find Scott. His eyes have been opened wide by the great work of this small but wonderfully formed organisation. 

As we walked around Strathclyde Country Park, he told me it was his aim to become a peer support worker with the Hope Cafe, so that he can give something back…his words. 

I found meeting Scott absolutely thrilling – he still finds life challenging – maintaining eye-contact can be difficult for him – but his ambition to use his experience of mental ill health as a positive is lovely to behold. 

Isn’t it amazing what walking a mile in someone else’s shoes can achieve? 

I got all this from walking and talking for just half an hour. 

Look at the picture again.


He’s great!

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23/09/15 Be careful who you climb into bed with. 


Ok, it’s a fair cop. I’ll hold up my hands – I shared the picture above and laughed to the point of near incontinence at the veritable landslide of #piggate pics careering around social media world. 
For those of you who are unaware of what I’m rambling on about – David Cameron’s unauthorised autobiography’s being serialised in the Daily Mail. 

Penned by Michael Ashcroft, the enthusiastic Tory doner, Lord Wotnot of Thingumy, non-dom billionaire (Belizian, if you don’t mind) and ex friend of our…yes, our Prime Minister. 

More on that later…

In this…let’s call it taudry…piece, Lord Wotsisface recounts a story where an undergraduate ‘Call me Dave’ had Monica Lewinsky-esque relations with the head of a dead pig. 

Hilarious and too disgusting to imagine – I’m sure you’ll agree. 

As the rumour machine would have us believe, this is payback for the Prime Minister not rewarding Lord Do-dad’s generous donations to the Tory coffers with some manner of puffed up position of importance in the establishment.

Our down, but not out, leader came back with this rapier riposte…following an injection from his doctor, who delivered said barb with the statement, 

“This will just be a little prick, just a stab in the back.”

How we laughed when Dave delivered the punchline, 

“… that ‘rather summed up my day.”

Imagine you’re a teacher and you’re dealing with 2 naughty 8 year old boys in your class passing messages to their friends and spreading nasty little rumours about each other…

Puts it into perspective, doesn’t it?

This is just the ‘I’ve/ my Daddy/ Mummy’s got a hedge fund version of that. 

The dismally depressing thing about this miserable exchange is that this is the elected (ish – that’s up for debate) leader of our country passing notes under the table. 

The truly miserable thing for me though is…


And yet I allowed myself to be pulled into this maelstrom because it was about someone I don’t like…er, but have never met.

To help me fan those flames of self admonition, I realised 


And, I’m guessing, you’re not much different from me. 

I’ve always struggled with the anti-immigrant –

anti-Muslim – 

and benefit bashing bollocks
from this mean little newspaper. 

This, to my mind, is slightly scary because it feels like ‘Don’t call me Mike’ twinned with the Daily (hate) Mail are saying,

‘We’re bigger than you…’

And, just in case they’re not, 

‘We’ve got photos to prove it!’

Just because they’ve pointed their vitriol in the direction of a target you’d like to see hit, don’t be fooled.

The enemy of your enemy isn’t your friend. 

I, you, we are bigger than that. 

And, at any rate, they’ll be more than happy to point their Bazooka of Bollocks at you some time soon.

Yes, I’m a hypocrite. 

Bloody funny though.

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18/09/15 What’s your walk a mile?

Abraham Lincoln said, ‘Whatever you are, be a good one.’

A great quote, but one that only scratches the surface, doesn’t it?
Not so long ago, me and the lovely Ella were in a cafe in Banbury with a friend of ours, Charlie.

He was keen to show us this groovy little place where they ask the punters to pay what they feel is right for the goodies they’ve devoured. 

As you can imagine, we scoffed everything on the menu, and gave them 20 pence for being such economic idiots. 

A combination of hospitality and trust – it all felt rather walkamiley. 
Well, look at me, one sentence into a story and I’ve already been ambushed by the digression faries…

At the counter, talking in an agitated tone, was a man in his mid-60’s – since the cafe was compact and bijou, we soon became involved. 

The conversation – for one reason or another – rapidly became a dialogue between me and the man – we soon found ourselves upstairs in a private room discussing some of his trials and tribulations. 

Ultimately, he was a distressed man in need of a quiet listening ear. In amongst it all I made sure he was aware that I’m not a qualified counsellor – although, having worked in and around social work for the best part of two decades, I had a black belt in nosey parkeriness…

The situation calmed into a friendly chat…I told him a bit about the sacred ramble…
‘I can’t go walking around the edge of the UK!’ he declared with not a little indignance. Although I happily invited him to walk with me pretty much anywhere at any time, I told him that…well…he was under no contractual obligation…and that this was, essentially, my walkamile – my…thing…

I told him that it took me 2 years of great group psychotherapy to get to that point where something so…well…ostentatious made absolute sense to me.

We talked about how, by having a mental health malady his and my walkamiles were moveable feasts – and that something that made absolute sense to me, or him at one point, would feel absolutely ridiculous at others.

He went off with one of my none-business cards – hopefully with a feeling that just because he was having a bit of a mental habdab he wasn’t an enemy of the state, that he wasn’t alone, and that the world that we live in can be a compassionate one.

I haven’t heard from him, and I hadn’t thought about him for a while…until last week.

We’d just had the wonderful, life affirming, celebration of the general fabulousness of people that was letswalkamile Edinburgh. 
100’s of people, some with lived experience of mental ill health, some working in the area, some carers, some a bit of all 3 and some…you get the picture. 

I knew that after all the hard work – after all the hopes – investment of energy from me and all the people involved – thanks again to everyone on the walk a mile steering group – with extra special thanks to Eleanor Ogilvie at SeeMe – I knew that it was likely – not definite – that I’d take a turn for the loopy. 

It’s a bit like holding the reins of a bunch of wild horses – I can stop them galloping off, but only for a limited time.

I dissociated. My arms, my hands, my ME became completely unreal. The world pretty much drifted away. Emotions left me – as with all the times before, touching my lovely Ella had no more emotional connection to me than handling a joint of meat. 

Sitting in a darkened room, watching loud American cop shows, my walkamile is significantly altered. 

Making a cup of coffee, achieving eye contact with…well, anyone really, not punching myself in the face, or screaming…anything to try to feel…anything…all become my brand new walkamile…a walkamile that’s often unachievable for around one unpredictable week every month. 

Walking and talking to folk is really good for me…only when it’s really good for me. 

Sitting in a darkened room with a single noisy focus is good for me…as above. 

Mental health problems, mental health maladies…whatever you choose to call them…vary wildly between people, because of their own experiences, their environments, their access to mental health services, how severely ATOS’d they’ve been, how stigmatised they feel, how supportive the people who are most important to them are…and they vary from week to week…day to day…and for many from hour to hour. 

Their walkamiles vary accordingly. 

Your walkamiles vary accordingly. 

I guess what I’m saying here is – there is no, one size fits all, panacea that fixes folk so they fit into some manner of employment-centric, benefit damning, quick to sanction, caricature of what an upstanding pillar of community should be. 

So, what’s your walkamile?

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15/09/15 Walk a Mile Lanarkshire – it’s in our genes.


Sign up here to join the walk on 23/09/15 at 3.30pm at the rather picturesque Strathclyde park. Our focus is to get people with a lived experience of mental health problems to share a short walk and a chat with mental health professionals, carers, and supporters. 

These people often meet under stressful circumstances with the potential for stigma to be thrown about in all directions.

I’m originally from Corby, what was a primarily a steel town from the 1930’s until 1980. 
Nestling in Northamptonshire in Middle England, this groovy little town became known as ‘Little Scotland’ following an influx of…er an exodus…er a swarm of us Scots travelling down to work at the steelworks there. 

Unemployment was high in central Scotland – from Motherwell to Paisley – and, since public transport and car ownership wasn’t what it is today, a lot of folk walked the 300 plus miles to their new homes in the Midlands. 

On the way many of them received hospitality, shelter, food and water from the many English towns and villages they cascaded through.
Scratch that – they received hospitality from PEOPLE! People from whom, on paper at least, they might not expect much in the way of generosity…

But…true to the whole walkamile thing…these people were lovely.

It’s in our genes. 

We…you…me…people…are fabulous. Left to our own devices we are kind, trusting, trustworthy and good God, we’re hospitable. 

Very briefly…people aren’t migrants…they’re not even refugees…they are people…individuals who are in need. Let’s allow ourselves to show off what we do best – show empathy and understanding (that’s why we’ve got massive brains – don’t let anyone tell you otherwise) so that we can love and care for each other. 

We’ve been walkamiling forever – let’s keep it going. 

As #letswalkamile Lanarkshire will show, it’s as natural as a hug. 
As #letswalkamile Edinburgh and Inverness have already shown people from different walks (see what I did there?) of life, once their labels have been removed, are more than happy to share their experiences of what it’s like to be them. 

Take a look at some of the pictures and general social sharing here to get a flavour of it all. 

This isn’t rocket science. This is simply about getting folk, who don’t normally share a social space, to have a ramble and a blether. 

Remember to sign up here

Let’s keep the momentum going.

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08/09/15 The tip of a rather lovely iceberg

On the 3rd of September 2015 hundreds of people took to the streets with the single aim to challenge mental health stigma one conversation at a time. 

There was no raging against the machine – just a bunch of folk walking and talking about mental health issues and what that meant from their perspective, in Edinburgh, Inverness, Glasgow, Inverkeithing and Daventry. 
This – we hoped – was going to be a distillation of what was…what is…fabulous about my walk and the people I’ve met so far around the UK.

 A simple message really, that people are interested and interesting, that folk, when put in the same social space, are very quick to rejoice in their similarities and put their perceived differences to one side. 

This isn’t rocket science. 

At the end of the day my face ached because I’d been smiling so much. 

My role for the day had been made so incredibly simple by the wonderful and hard working Eleanor from SeeMe and the rest of their dedicated team. 

My role? It was pretty much to ponce about, chatting, shaking hands and hugging folk. 

It’s a hard job but someone’s gotta…
People I’d never met before came up to me with smiles that suggested we were long lost friends. 

People who could have been any one of these – 
but whose only difference on the day was whether they had a green smiley face on their shirt, or a red one.

We started with a simple question, ‘What brings you here today?’ 
And it all just bowled along from there…

As well as the lovely buzz of the event evolving around me, some of my highlights were seeing the lovely Teen and Stewart who I’d stayed with on the Black Isle (neither black, nor an isle…the mystery continues) 
and Jan and Colin who’d effectively adopted this particular wandering loon  very early on in my ramble. 

All of whom continued to support me in a variety of ways as I trundled around Scotland. 

Yep, still smiling. 

…chatting to the woman who’d seen spending time in prison as a positive experience because that’s where she’d first received her diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder and, as a result, the start of therapy to help manage it. 

She’d brought her social worker along for the ride. The same social worker who spoke to me about her own struggle with depression – much to the surprise of the woman who’d invited her. 

Clearly we have more similarities than differences – you just have to scratch the surface. 

Earlier, I’d walked with Jamie Hepburn, the Scottish Minister for sport, health improvement and mental health. 

It was similar to those ‘what would you do with three wishes?’ kind of scenarios. The one where your third wish is invariably, ‘I’ll have three more wishes, please…’

We sorted that out very early on – Jamie agreed to meet with me at a later date to talk more about all things mental health. 

I liked his trusting disposition – right from the start he agreed for our conversation to be broadcast to the world using the periscope app on my phone. That, for me, was a pretty good place to start. 

I ended the day talking with a woman who wasn’t wearing one of our t-shirts. 

It turns out she’d just popped out to buy some hummus…she saw our merry band wandering down the Royal Mile, liked the cut of our collective jibs, and joined in. 

That’s the walkamile way. 

But this is just the tip of an increasingly growing iceberg. 
An iceberg that includes you lot. We’ve spread the word here on BBC Radio Scotland (about an hour and 35 minutes in)

Here  on Scottish television (about 15 minutes before the end) 
And here in the Edinburgh News
And, if you’ll indulge me further, here’s a beautifully written thing that describes the walkamile gig rather well.

The next event is in Strathclyde Park on the 23rd of September – you can sign up for that here

If that doesn’t suit you, why not run your own? You can download the supporters pack here

This is just the beginning…

Come on in, the water’s lovely

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31/08/15 Let’s walk a mile – for folk walking on the 3rd of September in Glasgow, Inverkeithing, Inverness and Daventry. 

Remember the website 

Organisers can find an organisers’ pack at the bottom of this page 
It has all things walkamiley attached for your own promotional bits and pieces. 
Obviously there will be instructions from local organisers – so I’ll give you some advice that has served me well in life up until now….
It’s my hope we’ll be able to link up the 5 walks through some manner of social media on the day. 
Here’s how we plan to do it…
Remember the hashtag #letswalkamile
Social media – you don’t have to be involved with social media at all – but if you choose to be, here’s what you can do…
i) Twitter and Instagram – if you have these apps on your phone you can upload pictures of your walk – if you put #letswalkamile anywhere on the message accompanying your pictures, it will magically appear on the social wall of our website – we’ll put that up on the large video screen at Dynamic Earth (in Edinburgh) at the end of the walk. 
It would be lovely too if you could let us know where you’re walking in the image if you can.
Instagram allows you to film very short videos up to 15 seconds. 
For those of you who’d rather not put your face out there, we’ll be taking feet selfies in Edinburgh – you could do the same 
ii) Periscope – this is a great phone app that allows folk to broadcast to the world. 
If you want to watch me walking down the Royal Mile with the Jamie Hepburn, the Scottish Minister for Mental health, here’s what you have to do…
Download the (free) Periscope App onto your smart/ iPhone gadget of choice (ideally before you arrive on the day) 
Follow Me on the app – my user name is #letswalkamile
The app will tell you when I start broadcasting – that should be at about 6.30pm.
If you miss it at the time of broadcast, it’ll be available for 24 hours – after that – it will vanish forever….
Social wall/ social media sharing 
We’ll gather at the bottom of the Royal Mile for a few photos and wotnot before we all wander up to Dynamic Earth for chats, refreshments and an experience of all round walkamileyness. We’ll be sharing walkamile experiences from all 5 walks on the social wall.
Finally, you can tell all your friends about #letswalkamile – keep the conversation going and encourage others to do the same. 
This is just the start of something big! 
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04/07/15 Walk a Mile Capitalism for beginners.

Snuggle down with a steaming mug of cocoa folks, this is going to be even more entertaining than Dr Sheldon Cooper’s ‘Fun with Flags’.

That said, I think it’s important for us to prepare for Ozzie’s cornucopia of joy – otherwise known as ‘The Budget’ – coming up this week.
I’m going to fire some questions your way and you’re going to respond with, ‘I know this…er…I think I know this…I thought I knew this…’ before doing exactly what I did – googling the answers. 
What is Capitalism?
Possibly the best way to look at that question is to first ask ‘what is capital’? 
Well, the Google dictionary tells me that capital is…
‘wealth in the form of money or other assets owned by a person or organization or available for a purpose such as starting a company or investing.’
This philosophy that we live by in our Western Society puts the ownership of THINGS at the forefront of our minds. 
Whatever, do you think, happened to peopleism? 
Ok, let’s make it a bit more peopley – why not try thinking about a place where folk meet up? 
Let’s ask…
What is the Market?
For those of you who immediately thought of 2 furry critters trying to persuade you to buy car insurance, there really is no hope for you…
Well, as you all know, back in the day, the ancient Greeks would exchange their bits and bobs at the Agora – an outdoor market place – an institution from which agoraphobia was born. 
Traders would meet the steely gaze of others, getting the best deal buying and selling grain and cattle and shit…not literally shit, you understand…shit just sounded a bit more gangster than ‘other sundry goods’.
In this day and age, the vast majority of the world’s trading happens through our great financial institutions – the Nasdaq – the London Stock Exchange and Kwik-E-Mart, where stockbrokers meet the steely gaze of…
A lot of this cumbersome buying and selling is now done by machines. Well, by computer algorithms to be more precise…
When I say ‘a lot’, I actually mean around 80% of all financial trading transactions are done through algo-trading. 
To help get your head around this – imagine playing Monopoly where the participants were only allowed to play every fifth turn.
Fun and engaging? Yeah, I know! 
For those of you who’ve been fearful of a terminator style, Artificial Intelligence world domination scenario, it looks like…
a) The machines have already taken over and…
b) It would have made a really shit film.
Hold on – I know what you’re thinking…yes, other than ‘when will this blog ever end, I could be watching Wimbledon?’
You’re thinking there must be a point when this gets altogether more…yes, let’s keep using the word…peopley.
Worry no more, dear reader, worry no more…
The next question is…
What is The Economy?
The Greeks – yes, the Greeks AGAIN – those wise people from which civilisation sprang forth – were the same folk who came up with the economy.
Only, when they thought of it, it was a lot more homely. The direct translation means ‘managing the household’.
Yes…at last – the household, the home where people live, love, work, rest, play and die. 
Well, what do YOU think of when somebody mentions THE ECONOMY?
Personally, I think of some big bloated creature, that looks not unlike Jabba the Hutt, that must be continuously fed lest we feel it’s wrath.
A creature that MUST grow at ALL costs.
Even though simple physics states that this is impossible, a fatter, ever growing economy is essential for…
Er…essential for what exactly? 
I would think that though, I’m a…communist? Humanist? Long haired naive hippy? 
As part of Capitalism, an ever growing and healthy private sector is essential. 
To help me understand the functioning of this mindset, I like to reflect on the shenanigans of the participants in the ‘Apprentice’, that caricature of all things market driven, where profit is king. 
Where folk buy shit, dust it down and polish it up, and flog it for something it isn’t. 
That said, it advertises that great British belief that stresses how important it is for us to stand on our own two feet. Where we shouldn’t expect handouts. Where we should be strivers, not skivers. 
Where we shouldn’t look to the government to support – in fact the government should keep their grubby mitts out of our day to day lives…
That government is best that governs least…
….as someone or other once said.
There should be a safety net – but people who work should never receive less than these skivers…should they? I mean it’s ridiculous that these parasitic….
How much do you get on job seekers allowance? 
£57.90 if you’re under 25
£73.10 if you’re 25 and over
I’m going to help old Ozzie with his sums here. He wants to save £12 billion from the welfare benefits budget – but he’s told us that he’s not going to take it from disabled folk or pensioners. 
So, that means he just has to stop giving job seekers allowance to just over 3 million folk for a year. 
The problem is there are only 1.83 million folk getting the benefit…
No worries – we’ll just give them nothing for 2 years…sorted. 
Just recently, Jeremy Hunt has made the suggestion that, so people are aware of the burden they’re being on the tax payer, pharmacy dispensaries should put the actual cost of the medication on each of the items. 
It’s essential that we move on from this something for nothing culture. 
People need to know the value of money. 
To this end – the queen’s going to have ‘I’m paid £3798 an hour’ embroidered onto her crown. 
Hysterical whimsy aside, we’re living in strange, hypocritical times. 
We have campaign groups pushing for folk to be paid a living wage. 
Read that again and allow yourself to appreciate how ludicrous that sounds. 
We are one of the most wealthy countries in the world and yet here we are having a discussion about whether or not we should pay people enough to participate in our society.
It’s ok though, the government tops up the income of low paid workers – so we don’t need to worry about that. 
A recent study has estimated that the government pays £11 billion in working tax credits to low paid workers every year.
Companies that are making substantial profits are saving money by short changing their employees. 
We’re told that a living wage would make companies less competitive – less competitive with companies in countries where working and living conditions are so bad it would be fair to say we’ve managed to outsource slavery – out of sight out of mind. 
But, hold on, hadn’t we decided in this capitalist world, where only the fittest survive, that companies should stand or fall by what happens in the markets? 
That people who rely on government handouts are skivers who somehow deserve their impoverished position in society? 
Surely by paying £11 billion in working tax credits we are indirectly paying these huge, already very profitable, companies to compete in their respective markets?
Whatever happened to market forces? 
Like the banks in the early noughties, these corporations give themselves a good ol’ capitalist slap on the back when publishing their profits, but they’re very quick to develop communist anti-market leanings when it looks like they can get a handout…sorry, bailout from the taxpayer(s) – I think there’s more than one. 
Think of all the money we’d save if old Ozzers did away with tax credits at the same time as ensuring that all of the workers in the UK were paid the living wage. 
Or if some control was placed on the wildly out of control private rent market?
Which really isn’t a market when the purveyors of accommodation can charge what they like and local government will pay accordingly. 
Ah, well, now, you see…Iain Duncan Smith has come up with a remedy for this – cap the benefits of any household to £20 thousand a year.
Please note – there’s no notion of controlling the increase in the cost of private rents – just the individual’s ability to pay for them. 
But somehow we’ll keep blaming the poor. 
To help with the situation, on Wednesday, Ozzie is going to cut working tax credits – to save the underpaid from the revolving door of paying taxes just to get them back again. 
Administratively this isn’t a terrible idea – but I’d be astonished if these shirking workers (people who inhabit that limbo – that no man’s land between receiving a living wage and being on benefits) were as well off post budget as they are now. 
Watch Ozzie as he tells us how the low paid are being exempted from paying taxes – then allow yourself a moment of quiet reflection as you wonder to yourself, 
‘What is national insurance?’
You’ll obviously come to the same conclusion as me – it’s a charitable donation to the government – er, to themselves – to us. 
Definitely not a tax. 
Hold on Chris, I thought this was a beginners lesson on Capitalism?
Head spinning?
Circles within spirals?
Wheels within wheels? 
Let’s keep it simple then.
Capitalism is whatever those in power tell you it is. 
Anything else is the politics of envy. 
You just need to be a bit more patient for those trickle down economics we’ve been told about. 
Do you know, I started this blog fully believing that I had some manner of grasp of all this…
I can’t help but think that this all reflects a general lack of walkamileyness…
If only we could…
Looks winsomely out the window…
Walk a mile

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